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Night Lovell & $uicideboy$ - Joan Of Arc (2018)

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Текст песни Night Lovell & $uicideboy$ - Joan Of Arc (2018)
Intro:
Ay, yes, yah yah, ay

Chorus:
Tell me that she wanna ride me through the night
Than call me back, I like how she riding
Cause she take that shit all in that back
I got bands in my pants and I'm dancing
I'm like man you a fan, why you snapping?
By the place, so I'm like baby you might know the game
I don't even know you, swear to god bitch
How you know my name?
I'm like damn why you mad, I'm the guy nigga
I'm so sorry check that shorty, she's a gold digger

Verse-1:
I don't give a fuck, never cleaning it up
Bitch my blood is mud, never clean it up
Enter the chamber of love, set it on fire and run
Bitch, I'm a sub when it come to the drugs
I was sent here to get fucked up and then die
You don't want me bitch and if you say you do then you lyin'
I ain't a socialite, I'm staying home tonight, maybe another night
Shorty give me devil mind
Never thinking with a sober mind
So I might guess that she left me
For the same reason she loved me
Stole a fucking dozen and now she don't trust me
Slapped me across my face, she say ruby you disgusting
Baby girl I got money, ain't no need for discussing
Told me never call a break and I don't think she bluffin'

Chorus:
Tell me that she wanna ride me through the night
Than call me back, I like how she riding
Cause she take that shit all in that back
I got bands in my pants and I'm dancing
I'm like man you a fan, why you snapping?
By the place, so I'm like baby you might know the game
I don't even know you, swear to god bitch
How you know my name?
I'm like damn why you mad, I'm the guy nigga
I'm so sorry check that shorty-

Verse-2:
Yuh, yuh, cradle to the grey, I cradle in my grave
Flick your ash, bring them drugs, I can't get no peace of mind
I can't lie it fucking hurts, I was designed to shine
Now I'm popping bars, till brain fogs, drop like a phone line
Don't speak, we just squeeze, bitch on her knees
Help me put my mind at ease, begging to god I don't belive
Give me relief, on this greif
No sleep, I can't eat, light getting dimmer and dimmer
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